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I then gulped back the rest of my bourbon. Fuck this. I’m getting wasted.

“Maddox?”

I stilled hearing my name from her lips.

“Did you hear?”

The only fucking reason I turned around was because I heard panic in her voice. Gabriellais making a beeline for me. Pushing the few members that learned to stay the fuck out of my way tonight, out of her way.

“Meadow Spade? Did you hear?” She said, looking at me like I should know what the fuck she is going on about.

What was with this chick? This is the second time she’s come up today!

Wanted to say something smart but stopped myself, so I just arched my eyebrows.

“She’s been kidnapped.” She says and her own fear of being kidnapped because of the MC was clear in her voice. “They don’t know much more, but her brothers are losing it. Do you think it’s worth the ride there?”

I immediately pushed the empty bourbon away from me. How much had I drank? Two, three? Maybe five over the space of how many hours. Fuck it. Fuck my licence. I wasn’t letting Gabriella on the back, that’s all that mattered.

“Where are you going?” She said, gripping my arm.

“They’ll need a hand to look for her, that’s where I’m going.” Wasn’t that obvious?

“I’m coming.”

“Like fuck you are!” I growled. “Ain’t fucking letting you get involved Gabriella. Ya to keep your ass here, and you aren’t to fucking leave, understand?”

“She runs the club, the club will need help.”

“Gabriella.” I growled again. “I can’t be out looking for her, worried about you.”

She stared into my eyes for a few moments, knowing I wasn’t backing down on this. She then went up on her toes, kissing my lips. “Go. Call me when you can. Come back.” She said the last two words more firmly. And then kissed my lips again. “Love you Maddox.”

And hearing that took my anger that I had carried all day—well it lifted. I cupped her face. “I love you too babe.” And then kissed her lips once more, before leaving.

Gestured my head to my sergeant of arms, enforcers, and the latest prospect. We were hitting the road. Cause now I knew why King had reacted how he had. Because his fucking pussy whipped for Crow and Kobi Spade little sister. I smirked at that. Because if one girl was known for giving men hell, it was Meadow, and if King had fallen for her, fuck me—he was going to have a hard time keeping men away from her but more importantly, which he had to know, it was going to be near impossible to get into her pants.

5

Gabriella

The boys were gone for three weeks, three painfully long weeks. It got hard the moment I walked into the dorm room and saw the roses, and candles that Maddox had set up. It got harder when my dreams started to take over, reminding me how much of a sex god my fiancé is. And his tongue. I swallowed sharply. Yeah it got harder, and of course because I was struggling, I wanted him to need me just as bad.

So, I started sending the pictures, revealing nearly everything but not everything. Giving him glimpses of what he was missing. His reactions were priceless. I think he was tempted just to come home to fuck. My favorite reaction by him was when I was wearing a black lace bodysuit with suspenders. He basically came home that night, I had to talk him out ofstaying the rest of the week. But my tormenting him, was over now. Because… he was riding back tonight. A long ride here, but he started this afternoon and I had been counting down the five hours since he said, I’m coming home.

I wasn’t the only woman dressed up for her man tonight. But as the prospect said to me when I came to the bar—I was fucking come in ya pants hot tonight. His words not mine. I smiled when he said that, also told him not to repeat that to anyone or try and use that line on a girl. I think overall I gave him some good advice.

I was playing poker with the girls, waiting, when we heard the bikes. My heart fucking started drumming to a beat that was unknown for. I was standing up, when the door opened, and there he was. My man. My fiancé. My purpose.

I smiled, and it turned more into a grin as he locked eyes with me. He had road dust all over him, his clothes looked to be hardly washed. I don’t know if it had rained on their way here, but he looked slightly wet. But it was his iron grey eyes that were locked on mine, as he stormed for me.

“If any of you fuckers, fucking think of knocking on my dorm for the next twenty four hours, it will be the last fucking thing you do.” He roared to the crowded room, and then his hands were on my hips, and he threw me over his shoulder, causing me to squeal loudly. But as I looked up, everything being backwards—I see Hudson standing there, his eyes on me, and it looked like he was about to storm towards us. I see it and I put my hand up and shake my head silently.

I wasn’t his anymore. He needed to let me go. He said it himself.

No one else noticed my small interaction with Hudson.

A firm whack on my ass, scored my attention back.

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